Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

“May this slave please clean the cum off your big cock, master?

Zarina was already trying to get me hard again with her voice.

“You don’t need my permission,” I wheezed, then corrected myself, “you know what I expect.”

“Yaaayyyy!” Zarina exclaimed with a dumb grin.

Her enthusiasm rung false, but she put some effort into it.

Zarina grasped the base of my cock and balls and lowered her face down to them. She was being even sloppier than usual and exaggerating her slurping sounds for effect. It was no use though. I was spent and everything was rapidly becoming too sensitive. It looked like she had done a thorough enough job, so I waved her off.

Zarina pretended to pout, “Awww, but I haven’t gotten every last spot of our juices yet. You might still have a drop of cum in there…maybe?”

“Definitely not.”

Zarina reached out, but I shuttered at her the slightest touch of her fingers. She recoiled and pulled her hand back. 

“Oh! Sorry…,” Zarina muttered softly in her normal voice.

Zarina knew she had made a mistake and sounded scared, but I was no state to punish her further.

I chided her, “You ought be able to tell when I’m feeling too sensitive by now. You usually can.”

“Guess I’m too desperate to get you off in a hurry….” Zarina was back to crooning. 

That brought a smile to my face, “Nice save.”

Zarina let out a sigh of relief, “All I have to do is think like a slut, right? That’s what you want?”

“Sometimes, before and during sex. Other times you know it helps me to understand what’s going through that mind of yours. You’re perceptive and make some good points. I keep telling you, I want you in a better head space and your body intact, compared to your earlier state.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ve ever punished me for acting like a whore. So it’s the safe default choice for me.”

“I think you can tell when I’m asking a real question.”

“Then in the meantime let me taste your load fresh from my pussy.”

Zarina’s mind was quick, and she was moving right on to another way to get me aroused again. She sat back and spread her legs wide so I could see straight into her vulva as she spread her labia for me. She drew in a sharp breath as her fingers grazed her clit on the way down, .

“I’m still sensitive, too.”

“But you can’t tell me that you didn’t mean to touch yourself.”

Zarina gave me a devious smirk as she fished around inside herself with a couple fingers. Then she drew them out slowly with a pornstar’s moan. But then she halted her tease and stared at her fingers:

“Wow, that’s a lot of cum,” Zarina sounding genuinely surprised.

“Well, you do know how to bring out the best in me.”

“Especially considering it was your fifth load of the day.”

Zarina resume her performance and hungrily licked up her fingers.

“Not that I’m complaining, but it probably wasn’t good for your ultimate goal to ride me so hard.”

Zarina hand froze on the way back down and she gave me a puzzled look.

“What? Why?”

“You milked me dry and I’m going to be too sore to go again for a bit.”

“So you think I should have gone easier on you?”

“Hey, I loved it. But I’m just pointing out that if you want to meet your deadline, you probably could have still made me cum without necessitating such a long break afterwards.”

Zarina shrugged, but she looked troubled by what I was suggesting. 

“Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy it. Not that I’m sure there’s a correlation between the amount of cum and how good it feels, but that was a pretty intense orgasm. I could tell. Don’t I get some—what-do-you-call-it—brownie points for that? Or is that too much for a slave girls to hope for?”

Zarina sounded like she was rationalizing what she had done.

“I’ll consider it. By the way, your dirty talk has gotten pretty nerdy. You always done that?”

Zarina went back to cleaning out her pussy and said matter-of-factly:

“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t even trying to be sexy with what I was saying. But no. Not at all. I wasn’t comfortable talking about sex with my past lovers. In a way, being stuck here with you has been kind of sexually liberating. There’s nothing private, or that I could feel ashamed of, that you haven’t already forced me to do.”

I didn’t know what to say, “Ummm…you’re welcome? I think?”

A small laugh escaped from Zarina’s lungs and she went on sucking slowly on her fingers.

“Regardless of whether it was a good idea in the long run, um, again…doesn’t that nice of a fuck earn a sex slave some kind of advantage or maybe leniency?”

Zarina looked at me expectantly. If she was realizing that she had put herself at a disadvantage, it was smart to try and ask for a favor after she had put me in a good mood.

I was not trying to hold her in suspense, but I was not sure what to do. So I let her hear my thought process, “Eh, maybe. I would like to reward that kind of performance, but on the other hand, you really should be consistently performing at that level, or always trying to up your game.”

“You know those don’t have to be mutually exclusive, right? I mean, not to tell you what to do, coach.”

“If I wasn’t feeling so good, I could use that as an excuse to punish you…”

“Sorry I—“

“But most of the time it’s kind of cute when you get sarcastic with me. What’s more, you’re showing me how you really feel, so I won’t blame you for that.” 

Zarina exhaled and then sped up the transfer of her fingers from pussy to mouth and back.

I knew my brain was swimming in as much serotonin as a man can transmit, but I had promised Zarina motivate her with rewards as well as much punishments:

“Ok, ok. You’ve earned a carrot. I’ll add 20 minutes to the timer.”

Zarina beamed. I am not sure I had ever seen her flash such a large or genuine smile, even when she was free living in Baku. She fell forward and hugged me around my waist, giving the head of my cock a the slightest peck with her lips. 

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, Master! You’re so good to this slutty slave. I’ll make sure every one of your orgasms is just as strong, if not stronger, the rest of the day!”

I knew it was all an act, but I could not help but smile and pat Zarina on the head. Zarina moved to giving little kisses on my inner thighs and all over my groin then lifted up my legs to be able to trace my asshole with her tongue.  I relaxed in her tender care, until I eventually spoke up, 

“Since we’re giving each other feedback, I’ll point out another thing you did that might have been counterproductive for you today. This really is me thinking of your best interest, because I don’t want you to take the wrong lesson from me rewarding you with extra time.”

Zarina tensed up. No one likes hearing criticism, but few have had to face torture as a very real consequence.

I quickly added, “Not that I didn’t like it again. I mean, clearly, how many times have you been rewarded with a lowering of standards? Otherwise I would simply have forced you to stop….” 

Zarina’s shoulders relaxed a little and she got back to aimlessly fingering her pussy.

“I know I keep complimenting your willingness to speak freely at times, give honest responses, and make suggestions when it comes to sex. But as much as I want to encourage all that, it’s not necessarily erotic.”

Zarina stared straight at me, on edge. Nothing was going to get me erect any time soon, but she continued to go through the motions.

“You ever heard, ‘the brain is the biggest sexual organ’?”

She nodded again and squinted at me.

“So in your position, trying to make me cum 5 more times or whatever before sunset, you probably could have gotten me off faster with dirty talk and saved the more serious conversations for later. Times like now. Then you wouldn’t have had to squeeze my dick as hard either. You would have been in a better position on the clock if you could sync up your body movements with your mind games.”

“But you were asking me if the sex was hurting my boobs…?”

“And I am grateful that you gave seemingly truthful answers. But after that it might have been a better tactic to go back to your dirty talk.”

“So…you’re suggesting I stick to dirty talk when I’m racing against time?”

“I value both. I don’t want you to always do the same thing. Use whichever one makes sense for that situation. Honest and thoughtful conversations are intimate in their own special way. Hey—I’ll never forget some of the things past girlfriends have mentioned during sex. But I think that was possible because we were in a trusting relationship. While I can’t ever really think from the perspective of a sex slave, it might help you to lean on the sexy stuff during sex and avoid more pain. We can have our open talks during our breaks or when I want to just go slower in bed. Just some advice.”

Zarina nodded seriously. She was barely sucking on anything by this point.

“Ok, I get it. But is this also a long way of saying that I am running behind schedule?”

“I didn’t really try to predict how fast you would go. The time limit was just the first I thought of that seemed challenging, but doable, based on your past performance. But, yes, I’lll give you a hint: even with the added time, you are going to have to pick up the pace from here on out.”

Zarina’s hands leapt to my cock and balls.

“Are you still too sensitive? She asked, worriedly.

“Less so, but yes, a little bit. Still, there’s only one way for you to find out how far you can push me.”

Zarina immediately took my whole flaccid member in her mouth, sucking ever so lightly.

“That feels nice, but I don’t think it’s going to get me hard anytime soon.”

She looked up at me with a sense of urgency, yet she kept on doing the same gentle motions. She was in a jam, but couldn’t think a way out.

I lay back and said, “You better think of something,” enjoying the sight of growing desperation on her face.